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green the colour of freedom a whispered memory a mother's touch red the colour of blood needlessly spilled a river in the streets grey the colour of despair but a remnant of the candle's flame death a colour of... it must be a colour the pallor painting the father's- green it seems lost among heartache, loss will the memory ever fade? blue the sky under which children play will they again? for the sky is grey green the mother's nation birthed of strife, breach shining through
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:35 AM UTC
rupture